Stain

The stain, like a mark
a sort of a drop of
mixture of oil, curry,
lentil soup and sauce
on my blouse,
stares at me.
Acidic, corrosive but
odour less enough not to
distract much,
it sits quietly on its own.
After several washes and
vigorous use of bleach,
I failed to remove this one
small patch of dirt, from
my overtly sanitized cover,
that hides my own self,
until one day, when I saw
a tiny drop of blood oozing
out from a hole near
my heart and
staining my blouse where
the old mark still showed.

I realized, that while
I was bleaching my blouse
everyday, an wound unknown to me,
kept bleeding from my heart
leaving marks on my
blouse, making it into
a permanent feature.

While the stain changed its
colour several times
as I washed and bleached,
the wound remained as it was,
staining every blouse that I
changed.

Leased life

Moments and days
were like years
when you were not there.
And when you came,
my few hours turned
into a lifetime.
Life thus, I get
on an hourly lease
from you. Every hour!

The untitled song

Like a dog I sit and wait
sniffing around me.
Like a bird I am hung in the
air, flying around my own
small sky that never left me.
Like a conductor I wave my
baton and the orchestra moves in
a wave, and then freezes.

And when all these burst into
a song,
I remember everything that you
spoke. And everything that was
left unspoken.